Best Liberal Quote of the Day: On Security "I tell you that man is tormented by no greater anxiety than to find someone to whom he can hand over quickly [the] gift of freedom." — Fyodor Dostoevsky

Stupidest and/or Scariest Quote from the Right for the Day: On Bashing the Clintons "While this scandal no longer dominates newspaper headlines, there continue to be aftershocks. The President's squalid affair and his subsequent criminal acts have done palpable damage to the nation. For the better part of a year Mr. Clinton engaged in a full-scale assult on the Presidency, the Constitution, The Rule of Law, Truth, Marriage Vows, Solemn Promises, the integrity of words, the reputations of truth-tellers.

It is an affectation to say we can simply "move on" in the wake of all this. We will keep returning to it, because many Americans understand, at a deep level, that justice has not been done. Bill Clinton's year of scandal will continue to reverberate, gnaw at our conscience, rattle around in our minds. For we know things, deeply troubling things, that we did not know before." — William Bennett, The Death of Outrage, Bill Clinton and the Assault on American Ideals, NY: Simon & Schuster, 1999, p. 138. {Bennett may be right about one thing, The Death of Outrage. How else can Bush's war crimes continue without scandal and a general outcry from the public.}

Dumbest Thing Said for the Day: From Politics "We should silence anyone who opposes the right to freedom of speech." — Sir Boyle Roche was an eighteenth-century Irish member of Parliament noted for malapropisms and other gaffes, Sir Boyle is Hall of Shame member #5

{Bennett may be right about one thing: The Death of Outrage. How else can Bush's war crimes continue without scandal and a general outcry from the public?}

Taken out of context, Bennett is also right about "we know things, deeply troubling things, that we did not know before" and "justice has not been done" and "[i]t is an affectation to say we can simply 'move on.'" But because his context is wrong, his poorly written words, such as "rattle around in our minds," come up empty; like the auto-biography of a tormented killer, Bennett's self-described point of view has always been way too dislocated to carry meaning. Yet he gets published . . .